OKAY SO the martinelias assistant!au. i want to talk about it (bc i don’t think i’ll ever write it coherently). in this au jm is still a thing but it’s more onesided pining on jon’s part (rip jon) not bc martin’s not interested, but bc his crush gets overwhelmed by his deepening hatred of elias.
meanwhile elias notices jon crushin on his assistant and goes 👀 ‘maybe i can USE this…’ and thinks about putting marto in the lonely like he did in s4. but then he HESITATES, and he’s like, ‘why am i pausing over using my long-time assistant as baOHHHHHHHH, HE’S A SNACK.’
after some angsting he does it anyways, but in this universe instead of the perfect specimen that is 159 martin has enough beholding powers at this point to drag himself out of the lonely. he storms back into the archives and flings open elias’ office, door, shoves past an amused peter lukas, and slams his palms down on elias’ desk.
elias stares up at him in silence for a moment, and martin’s furious glare bleeds into something almost akin to amusement as he snarls
‘what, you thought you could get rid of me?’
elias opens his mouth. closes it. peter muffles his snickers.
‘let me make this clear, elias,’ martin continues, voice going quiet and low. ‘i am your assistant, not something you can just- throw away. i can see you now, jonah. i can always see you. how can i be alone, if i’m dragging you down with me?’
then he straightens back up, dusts himself off, and sweeps out of the room, monotonously going ‘fuck off, peter,’ as he does.
peter looks at his back admiringly for a moment, then turns to elias. ‘i can see why we never worked out,’ he says, smugness radiating out of him. ‘if that’s your type.’
Ever wonder how to spot who’s who in fanart when there aren’t many physical descriptors given in cannon? Well no worries, here’s a handy-dandy guide to spot your fave archival staff members (and friends!) at a glance, across the multitudes of gorgeous art out there:
Jonathan Sims: If Cecil from Night Vale didn’t sleep for a month and then got run over by a bus. Twice.
Thinner than tracing paper.
Feral, but fragile.
Associated item: Tape recorder. Or twenty.
Martin Blackwood:Sweaters Jumpers and circles! Is he wearing a sweater jumper? Is he drawn entirely using round shapes and soft edges? Do you want to hug him on sight?
It’s Martin. The definition of “shaped like a friend”. Associated item: Mug of tea. (It’s for John. Even when it’s not, it is.)
Tim Stoker: Hot. He has finger guns and he’s not afraid to use them. Associated item: An axe, or the aforementioned guns.
Melanie King: Blindfolded. Usually short, usually angry (mood). May be wearing her own merch. Associated item: There’s a knife on her somewhere. In hand, as a tattoo, at her hip - sometimes all three.
Georgie Barker: She’s got style. The rest of these motherfuckers wear clothes to function but Georgie’s put to-fucking-gether. I don’t know who decided it, but they’re right. May be wearing her own merch. Associated item: She’s usually got really dope earrings.
Basira Hussein: Stoic as a sphinx and probably twice as knowledgeable. Often in a police uniform, generally in a hijab. Merely glancing at her image will convey her ruthless competence. Associated item: A book
Alice ‘Daisy’ Tonner: Lean, mean, hunting machine. Many scars. Often in a police uniform. She will beat you up. Alternately: some sort of terrifying wolf monster Basira is comforting. Associated item: Raw butch energy.
“Elias Bouchard”: Smug DILF. Associated item: Length of pipe. Or sex toys (you know who you are)
Peter Lukas: Classic sea captain aesthetic. Healthy beard, cheap whistle around the neck. Seen most often in monochrome. Associated item: Elias’ ass (you know who you are).
Jane Prentiss: O, worm? Associated item: See above.
Nikola Orsinov: Uncanny valley…but make it sexy. Associated item: Circus regalia
Michael:
Lots o’ colours.
Flowing blond hair from a L’Oreal commercial plus Freddy Kruger hands. Associated item: Doors
Helen: Lots o’ colours. Powerful 80′s business woman vibes plus Freddy Kruger hands. Associated item: Also doors.
Gerard Keay: The gothest goth to ever goth. Lives at Goth street in Goth city, and takes the goth train every morning to work at Goth Ltd. And honestly? Good for him. He deserves to be able to pursue his interests. Associated item: A Leitner
Gertrude Robinson: The world’s most intimidating grandmother. Associated item: Your corpse, underfoot. She dealt with you before you even realized what was happening. While you were reading this very post, in fact. Now you’re going in the skin book.
it’s still so weird for me, after all the bad experiences that i’ve had with the canon depictions of my ships and favorite characters, to think about the fact that the jonmartin subtext….isn’t actually subtext.
It’s buildup. It’s just their relationship being slowly and beautifully developed and written until they finally end up together.
It’s their feelings growing and maturing and deepening and them working through numerous internal and external obstacles until they get to have this wonderful relationship, as they become each other’s person as they stand against the world with only each other for support.
It’s not unintentional and it’s not unacknowledged. Yes they aren’t a couple till much later in the series but they were always meant to be. It’s so wonderfully new to have that experience. To not be gaslighted by writers when a few too many people pick up on the romantic undertones of the relationship. To just really have that be a fully realized part of the story that eventually gets resolution and satisfying payoff.
It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck.
